One day, my head will hang loose.
in a shredded, old noose. The apartment will be empty;
sick whimpers in the cold.
A chair sits – with a sagging face,
waiting to be toppled from
under me.
Right time – right motivation –
right moment.
My skin will be hot, and my veins will be blue;
I’ll close moist eyes, lips thin, hoping for painless death
to come true.
I think, I’ll feel renewed.
Only to find my legs kicking
from under me – like I’m drowning in an ocean
of unoxygenated ecstasy.
Laughing at the pathetic attempts of my body fighting pure
misery.
“Not strong enough,” they’d whisper; I’ll prove them wrong
and grab peace by the neck
like the noose
did to me.
She’ll come home at 10 to find the lights on;
hit the door and scream of forgotten vengeance
only to find a nobody had died
and cry and cry and cry
till her eyes are dry.
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
One day, my head will hang loose.
in a shredded, old noose. The apartment will be empty;
sick whimpers in the cold.
A chair sits – with a sagging face,
waiting to be toppled from
under me.
Right time – right motivation –
right moment.
My skin will be hot, and my veins will be blue;
I’ll close moist eyes, lips thin, hoping for painless death
to come true.
I think, I’ll feel renewed.
Only to find my legs kicking
from under me – like I’m drowning in an ocean
of unoxygenated ecstasy.
Laughing at the pathetic attempts of my body fighting pure
misery.
“Not strong enough,” they’d whisper; I’ll prove them wrong
and grab peace by the neck
like the noose
did to me.
She’ll come home at 10 to find the lights on;
hit the door and scream of forgotten vengeance
only to find a nobody had died
and cry and cry and cry
till her eyes are dry.